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Gay Sub Chastity (Gay BDSM Club #3)

Posted on May 22, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Like I’d been trained to do, I stood in the middle of the room, submitting to inspection. Master walked all around me, sweeping his hands over my smooth body, pinching my nipples, and slapping my ass again. When he came to my caged dick, he gently massaged my balls and examined the cage with his other hand.

“This looks beautiful on you, kid,” he said. “Has it been comfortable?”

“Yes, Sir. It took some getting used to because my dick kept wanting to get hard. But once I fully accepted that you owned my dick and that control of it was completely yours, it settled down. It’s been behaving ever since, Sir.”

He looked me in the eye. “And have you played with yourself?”

I thought about lying, about trying to tell him I’d been perfectly behaved, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to make him believe me. I also would feel badly for lying to Master.

“Kid...?” he said, when I took too long to reply. He knew I was hiding something.

“I may have touched myself a few times, Sir, but I didn’t come.” I looked at the floor and felt my cheeks warm with a blush of shame.

Master let out a breath that sounded like a disappointed sigh. “I expected better of you, kid, but at least you didn’t come. I’m going to alter our plans for today to include a little bit of punishment.”

“Yes, Sir.” I still looked at the floor, not able to meet Master’s eyes.

Gay Sub Obeys (Gay BDSM Club #2)

Posted on May 22, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

It’s been only a matter of days since Daniel wandered into what he thought was a bathhouse, only to discover a BDSM sex club. That moment forever changed his life, as he went from independent twink, to a new submissive of a powerful Master. But Daniel is new to the life of being a submissive and doesn’t seem to fully understand that he has one duty only — obey. When Master demands some risqué photos, Daniel initially resists. What Daniel doesn’t realize, though, is that before he gets his pleasure tonight, he must suffer his punishment.

Gay Sub Obeys picks up where Gay Sub Initiation left off.

7,800-word short story

Like before, I took a quick glance around to ensure I wasn’t being watched or wouldn’t accidentally be caught. The coast was clear. I pulled out my phone and found another text from Master.

I want a cock pic — but you have to take it at your desk.

My blush of guilt and shame returned, burning hotter than before. I hoped no one would glance over my way as I was sure I was bright like a stop light.

I can’t do that at work! I replied.

The reply was almost instantaneous. You can and you will. You have five minutes.

Panic filled me. I couldn’t do this — I’d be fired! Worse, I could be arrested! Goodbye to my new job, goodbye to a successful life. Fuck, I’d be labeled as a pervert.

But Sir! I could get caught! I texted back, still protesting.

Again, the reply came quickly, almost like he was expecting me to react like this. Then do it discreetly. You have four minutes left.

I started typing out another frantic rebuttal, but froze my fingers halfway through. I knew that no matter what I said, Master would just tell me to do it anyway. So that meant I either had to disappoint him — and risk him rejecting me — or just scrounge up the courage to fucking do it. I was always a timid and by-the-book kind of guy — maybe this would even be a good thing for me. I didn’t quite believe it, but lying to myself like this was at least helping me build up that courage I so desperately needed. Besides, if I did it, Master would be happy, and he might reward me for it later.

Feigning the need for a stretch, I reached my hands high above my head and lengthened my neck, stealing a quick peak of my surroundings. Still, there was no one standing and no one approaching me. Besides, my cubicle was on the opposite end of the room from the coffeepot and water dispenser — it was a quiet area.

Rolling my chair close to my desk, I made sure my crotch was completely beneath the desk. Slowly, I unzipped my fly. To me, it sounded loud, like a blaring alarm that I was about to do something perverted and illegal. I got my zipper all the way to the bottom and no one had shouted at me and the police hadn’t arrested me. Maybe this would be okay.

I reached inside my pants and pulled my cock out. It felt strange to have the cool air of the office caressing it when I wasn’t in the bathroom. My dick was still tumescent, thick, but not quite hard. This experience was exciting me, turning me on, but the fear of being caught was what kept me from going fully solid.

Pausing, I listened for the slightest sound — footsteps, papers rustling, anything — but all I heard were the clicking of keyboards and the murmur of voices on phones. I pulled my phone out and activated the camera, then quickly rolled back from my desk, so that my cock was fully exposed. If someone were to come around the edge of my cubicle now, I could kiss this job goodbye. I snapped a quick pic.

“Daniel?”

Gay Sub Initiation (Gay BDSM Club #1)

Posted on May 22, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Daniel is new in town and he needs some action — but the internet is down and he doesn’t know a soul in this new place. But there was that one building down the street from his new apartment … The Sailor’s Knot … the bathhouse. No, he can’t go to a bathhouse. But if he doesn’t go, he won’t get what he needs. When he enters, something is different, something is off. Then he encounters dominating leather daddies and he knows this isn’t an average bathhouse, this is a BDSM sex club. Just as he’s about to hightail it out of there, a dom corrals him and makes an offer he can’t refuse.

6,500-word short story

Ahead of me, I heard a few soft voices echoing against the walls. The corridor suddenly opened to a larger room and my eyes almost bugged out as I took in the full sight of the room. The walls were lined with hooks, and hanging from these hooks were paddles and riding crops. In the middle of the room, chains hung down from the ceiling. And on padded leather benches lining the room, five hairy muscle daddies sat, conversing and wearing leather caps and harnesses. Their conversation died down and, one by one, each of them looked at me.

Oh, shit. That’s what the guy’s smirk was about. This wasn’t a regular bathhouse, it was some sort of leather BDSM playhouse. I turned around and quickly walked away.

“Stop,” said one of the men, his voice so strong and deep.

I silently cursed to myself when I found myself halting. I stood there, still facing away from the men, feeling so very exposed and a little bit scared. Behind me, I heard the gentle slap of someone’s bare feet as he got up from his seat and walked slowly over to me.

“You’re new here, aren’t you, boy?” said the voice. It was the same man that had commanded me to stop. His pace slowed as he got nearer to me. I still didn’t look back at him. I wasn’t ready to acknowledge the situation I’d put myself in.

“Yeah. But I’m leaving,” I said.

“That would be a shame,” he said. His voice was close to my ear — I could feel the gentle tickle of his breath. A calloused hand touched my ass and I flinched, but then it stroked my ass cheek. “I think you should stay. We could have some fun.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart, then turned around. The man who had approached me seemed to be in his fifties and had a well-honed body, with a smattering of silvering hair over his chest. He wore a studded leather cap, a studded leather harness, and — I couldn’t help looking down — a matching leather cockring. His dick hung fat and heavy, framed from behind with low-hanging balls. I felt a sudden surge of blood to my cock, stiffening it up.

What the fuck was going on with me? Was I really so horned up that I might actually go for guy like this? That I might let him whip me or whatever base desire he had to act out?

“What kind of fun do you have in mind?” I asked. Fuck — it was like my brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there, but my libido was overriding every decision I tried to make. I could feel my dick continuing to harden and my ass started tingling deep inside like it was telling me I needed to get stuffed nice and deep.

“You’ll have to come with me to find out, kid.”

I was acutely aware that we were having this conversation in front of four other leather daddies. Leaning to the side a bit, I looked past this guy and saw the four men watching us with rapt attention.

“Don’t worry about them,” he said, a gentle smile forming on his lips. “They’ve all got boys; they’re waiting for them to arrive.”

“And you? Do you already have a boy?” Part of me wished he did so that I could turn around and walk out of here, but a larger part of me wanted to beg him to let me be his boy.

“I don’t. My last sub moved on a few months ago and I’ve just been waiting for the right young man to come walking into my life.” He tugged my nipple. “And here you are.”

I stepped a little closer to him and felt the head of my dick brush against his hairy pelvis. “I don’t ... I don’t know if I’m ready for Dom/sub stuff,” I admitted.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached between us and wrapped his thick fingers around my cock. “This tells me otherwise. Come with me, boy.” He turned around, not letting go of my dick, and led me out of this main room and down another hallway.

Dad Son Sex Secrets 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on May 21, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

It’s natural for a young twink to fall for his older, muscular, masculine father, but few follow through on these forbidden lusts. For the young men that do, their sexual adventures open them to new worlds of intense pleasure and taboo sex. This 4-Pack of father/son incest stories will satiate your fantasies, as these young men get to know their fathers in ways that they never dreamed possible.

This taboo bundle includes:
SPANKING MY NAUGHTY BOY: Mark’s adult son, Brendan, is acting up and getting into drugs. He pulls out the only discipline he can think of — a good, hard spanking. But that punishment forces out a sexy confession.
DAD TOOK MY VIRGINITY: Darren finally works up the courage to explore his gay side and enter the bathhouse. Unfortunately, the first person he encounters there is his father, but it soon leads to unexpected ecstasy.
SEDUCING MY SON: David is trying to suppress a crush he’s developing on his son — but after a night of drinking, he gives in to his forbidden lusts and seduces his son… and his son’s boyfriend.
SEDUCING MY DADDIES: Ryan is spending a week with his dad and his dad’s new husband, Devin. Taboo lusts and some late night urges lead Ryan to crawl into bed with his two dads… naked.

18,800-word bundle

I slapped him two more times, one on each cheek. His ass rippled with the impact, blushed pink from the strike. He shouted in pain — now it was hurting. Now, he was feeling his punishment. But I really wanted to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget. I struck his ass again and again, alternating from cheek to cheek. The slaps of my hand on his ass ricocheted through the room, the silences between smacks were filled with his whimpers. His ass glowed red from the spanking.

Brendan’s yelps of pains had softened. I paused in his punishment and listened as he sniffled. He was crying.

Fuck. What was I doing? I’d never laid a hand on Brendan before — never even spanked him when he was a kid. What the hell had gotten into me?

It was us, I knew — the dynamics of our father-son relationship had changed. I didn’t even fully know how or why or what the new dynamics were. But something had changed. And it wasn’t just the death of Marie — our relationship had changed in the year leading up to Marie’s death, even before we knew she was sick. The pain of losing Marie, of Brendan losing his mom, seemed to have heightened whatever it was that was complicating us.

I gently laid my hand on Brendan’s ass. He flinched with the touch, even though it was soft. “Shh…” I said. I massaged his ass, smoothing my hand over the tender skin, wishing I could heal the hurt I’d caused. His ass radiated heat from the spanking, warming my palm. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry, Brendan. I’m sorry for everything — for doing this, for your mom passing away, for the gulf that’s grown between us … everything.”

“Dad?” Brendan said, his voice sounding frail.

“Yeah?”

“Can you let me up?”

I didn’t even realize I was still holding him down with my left arm. I lifted it off him and then helped him into a sitting position next to me — I saw him wince as his ass touched down on the leather couch. And then I saw something I didn’t know if I ever wanted to see — something I certainly never expected to see.

Brendan had an erection. His cock was rock-hard and standing straight up. I felt an odd surge of pride, knowing my son was so well-hung. I bet the girls he fucked liked the size of his dick, too.

I tore my gaze from his crotch when I realized he was looking up at me. I finally met his eyes — they were red-rimmed with tears, but they were also sober. The spanking had cleared his mid, at least.

“I have to tell you something,” Brendan said. His lips quivered, as if he was scared.

“What is it, son? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“Dad … I…” his words faltered and he looked away from me. I took the opportunity to look down at his dick again — there was something oddly entrancing about it. I’d never really looked at another guy’s meat before, and the fact that it was my son’s sent an illicit shiver through me. He looked at me again and there was new steel in his eyes. “Dad, I’m gay.”

It took a moment for that to sink in, but then I threw my arm around his shoulders and pulled him in for a half-hug and kissed him on the top of his head. It didn’t really surprise me — a father knew these things about his kids. Brendan had never had a girlfriend that lasted more than a week, and he was very close to some male friends who I knew were gay.

“I love you son, you know that. Nothing can ever change that. Thank you for telling me.” I kissed him again.

“There’s more…” he said.

I let go of him so that I could look into his eyes. This was good — we were getting to the bottom of what had been tearing him apart these past several months. I was ready for anything he could tell me — anything.

“Dad, I … I’m in love with you,” Brendan said. He laid his hand on my briefs, cupping my bulge.

That … was unexpected. I sat, frozen, for several long moments, trying to process what Brendan had just told me … and process the fact that my son was groping my cock and balls. I looked down at his dick again with a new perspective. That erection was for me. My son was horny for me.

A completely unexpected thrill ran through me and I shivered with anticipation. Acting on desires I didn’t comprehend and wasn’t ready to even think about, I reached for his cock, tentatively wrapping my fingers around it. The warmth of his cock felt good on my fingers, so I tightened my grip. Brendan gasped and sunk deeper into the couch.

Seducing My Daddies (Dad Son Sex Secrets #4)

Posted on May 21, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Ryan is spending a week with his dad and his dad’s new husband, Devin. Late at night, Ryan lies awake with two problems running endlessly through his mind — he’s not sure when to come out as gay and, much worse, he’s lusting for his dad and new step-dad. He’s desperate for relief from his burning libido, but knows he can’t get off by his own hand as long as he knows his dad and step-dad are sleeping in their underwear in the next room. Acting irrationally, and doing the only thing that will end his desperation, he enters his dad’s bedroom, totally naked, and openly touching himself. When his dad wakes up and finds him standing there, Ryan has no idea if he’s going to be kicked out of the house or invited into bed.

4,200-word short story

God damn it, I was horny, but this just wasn’t working. I could tell that no matter how hot and horny I got, I just wasn’t going to be able to come tonight. No, only one thing would satisfy me. Only one thing would get me off so I could sleep.

And that one thing was taboo ... off limits ... forbidden.

Fuck it.

I stood up and left my boxers in a pile on the floor and went to stand in dad and Devin’s doorway again. I nudged the door open further so I could get an even better view. The light from the bathroom reflected down the hall and added a faint glow to the scene in front of me.

Dad and Devin were gods among men — everything I needed in a man. These were exactly the type of men that I wanted to take my virginity, to introduce me to the hedonistic world of gay sex. And, maybe, just maybe, it was something that could evolve beyond just primal sex. Fantasies filled my head of us becoming a threesome, of us sleeping in the same bed every night, of me being pumped full of their come every morning and night.

I found myself suddenly moving on instinct and desire — my mind not fully in control of my body. I nudged the door open further and walked into the room, naked and still masturbating, and stood in front of Devin. I stared down at both him and dad; their bodies were even more incredible now that I was this close to them. I could almost feel the heat emanating off of them and I could smell the musk of men, that smell sending a charge straight to my dick and making me throw my head back and moan.

“Ryan?” The sound of my dad’s voice saying my name sent a shock of cold fear through me. I’d been caught. I’d been fucking caught. “Ryan, what are you doing?”

But then I looked at him and Devin — who had also woken up and was looking me — and I didn’t see disgust in their eyes. No, I saw acceptance, like they were totally okay with me standing over them and masturbating.

Acting on instinct again, and not saying a word, I got into bed with them, lying between Devin and dad, facing dad. Behind me, Devin rolled over and I felt his bulge brush against my ass crack. Dad looked at me, the weak light glinting off his eyes, and as he parted his lips to say something else, I put a hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. It was long and passionate — at least on my end. Dad’s lips didn’t move. He didn’t reject my kiss, didn’t push me away, but he didn’t kiss me back, either.

I kept kissing him, kept getting something I’d been aching to do. And then, so subtly that I almost missed it, dad let out a low groan that rumbled in his chest. That groan, that rumble, that sound of base desire, was like flipping a switch. Dad put a hand on my slim waist and leaned into me, kissing me hard, his tongue flicking into my mouth. Devin leaned into me, too, pressing his bulge against my ass and nibbling at the back of my neck, his facial hair adding hot friction to his touch.

Seducing My Son (Dad Son Sex Secrets #3)

Posted on May 21, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

David is a buff, forty-four year old dad in a sexless marriage. When his son, Adam, turns eighteen, David throws a drinking party for Adam’s friends at his house while his wife is out of town and decides to join the fun. In a house full of youthful testosterone, David reminisces over his own youth, only, he finds his thoughts wandering somewhere unexpected as he eyes Adam’s lanky, muscular body. He catches his son staring at him all too often, and soon his libido ventures into the forbidden, to lusts that a father should not indulge. With the buzz of alcohol, though, David can’t hold himself back. He decides to seduce Adam, no matter what the consequences.

5,200-word short story

Fuck it. I down my glass of rum, set it on the glass end table with a clink. I can’t stand the teasing anymore. Either my son is flirting with me, or I’m drunk and horny and full of wishful thinking, but if he wants me, I’m not holding back. I’m going to have him how I want him.

“Adam.” I stand in front of him, hands on hips.

He looks up at me, eyes briefly cruising my chest and bulk. Then he looks into my eyes and sees how rapt I am, how I can’t take my lustful gaze off his pretty boy face. He looks concerned. “Yeah, dad?”

I look around the basement rec room. Everyone is in some form of drunkenness. Yeah, let them party. What I’m about to do will be something secret, something no one will know about but me and Adam.

“I need you to come with upstairs, right now.”

Adam looks at me, confused, but he doesn’t disobey. “Okay, dad,” he says, hoisting himself up. He stands on his athletic legs, showing off his shapely buns. On the way up the stairs, he turns to me. “I hope nothing is wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I tell him. “I just need you to come upstairs with me. Now.”

“Okay,” he says, continuing up, and I watch him, my cock throbbing, heart pounding.

I can feel the alcohol burning in my veins as we continue upstairs and into the hall that leads to the den and master bedroom. My wife is out of town on a business trip, so we have the house to ourselves. I feel like I’m following Abigail again down the dorm hall to my room, knowing that soon my cock is going to be erupting between her tits.

The house upstairs is dark. At the top of the stairs, Adam stops and I let myself collide gently into him. I casually lift my arm around his shoulder, pressing our bodies close.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks me. Although I’m close against him, he doesn’t move away. He turns his head towards me. In the dark I see the outline of his plump lips, the shadows of his gorgeous eyes. I want to kiss him.

I hold back. “Do you trust me, son?”

“Of course.” He doesn’t hesitate. I feel his breath against me, tangy with the scent of beer.

“I want to take you to the bedroom and show you something.” My erection is tantalizingly close to his leg. I can’t resist. I turn subtly and press it against his thigh muscle, relishing the hard warmth and rush of pleasure that sweeps through my groin.

“Okay.” He whispers the word. I can tell he doesn’t know what to do, but he doesn’t pull away from me, even though I’m certain he can feel my cock against his leg. I know he wants this, but he needs me to lead, to take charge and do what he only dares to do.

“It’s okay, son. Don’t be ashamed. I know what you want. It’s normal. I want it too.”

I reach with my free hand to his crotch. The moment the spongy bulge of his manhood meets my palm I shudder. I give it a squeeze, making sure he knows what I want. He gasps, his shadowed eyes widen, his lips part. He doesn’t pull away.

I lean closer to him, bringing my lips to the angle of his jaw, an inch from his ears. “I don’t know why, but I want you so bad,” I whisper. “I’m sorry, son, but I can’t help it.”

Dad Took My Virginity (Dad Son Sex Secrets #2)

Posted on May 21, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Darren finally works up the courage to explore his gay side and enter the bathhouse. He’s determined to have his first gay sex experience today, no matter what. Walking around in just a towel, he gets nervous and self-conscious, until he finds the pitch-black maze, where he can wander in total darkness, bumping into random men. And it’s in that maze that he finally falls to his knees and does what he’s been aching to do for years. But during a brief moment of speaking, Darren is shocked and horrified to learn that the man he’s servicing is his father — his straight, married father. However, once that line’s been crossed, it’s so tempting to go even further.

5,200-word short story

Some sort of cockslut mentality took over me and I sucked on that cock like it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted — and, really, it was. I wrapped a hand around the base and fondled his balls with my other hand. I loved the taste and feel of this man’s flesh, the way it was tinged with the salt of sweat, the way it was both hard and just a little soft. And the fact that I was in the dark and didn’t even know who this guy was and would never find out made me so fucking horny myself.

He put his hands on my head, wide and masculine, they combed through my hair as he let out a gasp as I continued sucking him. I released his balls and instead moved that hand down my abs to where the towel was tightly cinched around my waist. With a quick flick of my finger, the towel fell to the floor around me and I grasped my own meat in my hand, stroking in time to the rhythm I had going with my mouth.

He seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as me. He started bucking his hips, fucking my mouth, and I absolutely loved it. I felt an immense feeling of satisfaction and completion by totally pleasing this man — not only was I a cockslut, but maybe I was a bit submissive, too.

I gasped and let the man’s cock out of my mouth when I felt a shin bump into my ass.

“Sorry,” a masculine voice behind me muttered, quickly shuffling off.

“No problem, bud,” said the man I was sucking.

A deep and instant chill struck my core. The guy I was sucking off ... his voice was so familiar. It was a voice I knew far too well, a voice I heard everyday. But it couldn’t be ... it couldn’t be my father.

It was one of those voices I just knew — the richness of it, the cadence, the phrasing. It was all exactly like my father. But this ... this wasn’t him. This couldn’t be him. He was married to my mother — he was straight. And faithful.

“Keep going,” the man urged me, still sounding exactly like my father.

This was too weird. If he was my father, I needed to get the fuck out of here and try to figure out how to forget the whole thing. And if he wasn’t my father, it was still just too creepy, and I still needed to get out of here and go home and forget it all.

I grabbed my towel and didn’t even bother wrapping it around me. I ran my hand along the wall and hurried through the maze, desperate to find the exit so I could just run back to the lockers and get dressed.

“Wait,” he called after me. I heard footsteps, like he was trying to follow me.

I wanted to tell him to leave me alone, but if it was my dad, I didn’t want him to recognize my voice. It was bad enough that I knew what was happening — I didn’t want him to go through the same torment. Finally, as I turned one last corner, I could see light up ahead, enough light for me to let go of the wall and jog out of the maze.

“Darren?”

I stopped cold in my tracks. That confirmed it. Fuck.

I hung my head and turned around, quickly tying my towel around me when I realized I was naked. My dad walked up to me, towel dangling in his hand. I looked up at him, taking in a full look of his naked body — he was muscular, tanned, and very hairy, and his cock was just as long and thick as I’d thought in the dark. My mouth watered as I gazed at his cock, and that disturbed me, but also turned me on.

I sucked my father. How many guys could say that.

Spanking My Naughty Boy (Dad Son Sex Secrets #1)

Posted on May 21, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Mark is still grieving from the death of his wife, Marie, but his nineteen-year-old son, Brendan, is taking it even harder. For months now, Brendan has been coming home drunk and high — and with an attitude that gets on Mark’s every last nerve. Tonight, Mark has had enough of Brendan’s self-destructive behavior. In the heat of the moment, he pulls Brendan into his lap and gives him the spanking he deserves. But in the moments after the spanking, when Brendan’s rear is still glowing red, Mark hears a confession he never thought he’d hear. Brendan’s attitude and behavior isn’t all about the death of his mother, it’s also about the lust he has for his father.

4,500-word short story

I didn’t even realize I was still holding him down with my left arm. I lifted it off him and then helped him into a sitting position next to me — I saw him wince as his ass touched down on the leather couch. And then I saw something I didn’t know if I ever wanted to see — something I certainly never expected to see.

Brendan had an erection. His cock was rock-hard and standing straight up. I felt an odd surge of pride, knowing my son was so well-hung. I bet the girls he fucked liked the size of his dick, too.

I tore my gaze from his crotch when I realized he was looking up at me. I finally met his eyes — they were red-rimmed with tears, but they were also sober. The spanking had cleared his mid, at least.

“I have to tell you something,” Brendan said. His lips quivered, as if he was scared.

“What is it, son? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“Dad ... I...” his words faltered and he looked away from me. I took the opportunity to look down at his dick again — there was something oddly entrancing about it. I’d never really looked at another guy’s meat before, and the fact that it was my son’s sent an illicit shiver through me. He looked at me again and there was new steel in his eyes. “Dad, I’m gay.”

It took a moment for that to sink in, but then I threw my arm around his shoulders and pulled him in for a half-hug and kissed him on the top of his head. It didn’t really surprise me — a father knew these things about his kids. Brendan had never had a girlfriend that lasted more than a week, and he was very close to some male friends who I knew were gay.

“I love you son, you know that. Nothing can ever change that. Thank you for telling me.” I kissed him again.

“There’s more...” he said.

I let go of him so that I could look into his eyes. This was good — we were getting to the bottom of what had been tearing him apart these past several months. I was ready for anything he could tell me — anything.

“Dad, I ... I’m in love with you,” Brendan said. He laid his hand on my briefs, cupping my bulge.

That ... was unexpected. I sat, frozen, for several long moments, trying to process what Brendan had just told me ... and process the fact that my son was groping my cock and balls. I looked down at his dick again with a new perspective. That erection was for me. My son was horny for me.

A completely unexpected thrill ran through me and I shivered with anticipation. Acting on desires I didn’t comprehend and wasn’t ready to even think about, I reached for his cock, tentatively wrapping my fingers around it. The warmth of his cock felt good on my fingers, so I tightened my grip. Brendan gasped and sunk deeper into the couch.

Piss-Loving Boys 4-Pack

Posted on May 21, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Sometimes guys like to get raunchy, wet, and messy — and given the chance, they’ll give into their dirtiest fantasies. This 4-pack of gay watersports stories will satiate your fantasies, as these boys get soaked in piss. This taboo bundle includes:

PISSED ON BY THE BULLY: Joel tries to entrap the closeted homophobic bully, Brian, but the tables turn when Joel lets loose with a golden stream.
HUMAN URINAL: Cocky and disrespectful, Andrew gets what’s coming to him when a dominating daddy ties him up in the men’s room urinal.
GOLDEN SHOWERS: Thinking he’s alone, Christopher gives into his wettest fantasies — until he’s caught by his straight roommate.
FRAT HOUSE PISS PARTY: Ian is new to the frat house and ready for initiation, until he finds out they know about his secret piss-drinking fetish.

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I stepped closer to him and closed the stall door behind me, locking it. My heart was racing and my body was tensing for a beating, but I couldn’t back down now. “I know you want something,” I told him in a whisper, “something I can give you.”

And without waiting for him to even react, I fell to my knees in front of him and undid his jeans. He let me open his fly, he let me reach in and grab his cock, and he let me put my mouth on it. Oh, yeah, this guy’s gay.

I stretched my mouth wide to fit it all in me and I sucked on it like a lollipop. He tasted sweaty, like he didn’t shower after a workout at the gym, but I fucking loved it. I like my men dirty and sweaty and masculine. I fondled his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers, tugging on the sac, driving him wild.

Joel moaned, but quickly shut his mouth. He sat back down on the toilet and I moved a little closer to him, resting my arms on his muscular thighs. He put his hand on my head and grabbed my hair, forcing me to bob up and down at the pace he wanted.

“That’s good,” Joel muttered, his voice flooded with obvious desire. “Fucking take it, bitch.”

An odd feeling rushed through me — I was enjoying this. I was no longer doing this to take down Joel, to take one for the team. No, I was somehow turned on by sucking off this guy that’s been so brutally mean to me and my closest friends.

Suddenly — far too soon — he held my head in place, stopped me from bobbing up and down on his dick. Please don’t come, please don’t come, please don’t come, I kept pleading in my head. If he shot his load, this would be over before it started and it would be the most disappointing hook-up I’ve ever had. My mind spun with the fact that I wanted a hook-up with Joel to last longer, but there was just something about this encounter that had instantly turned me on.

Sure enough, his cock suddenly pulsed and my mouth filled with his hot — wait ... fuck ... this wasn’t come — this was piss! The douchebag was pissing in my mouth.

I tried to pull my head away from him, but he held me firm in place. “Drink it, bitch. Swallow it all,” he commanded.

Frat House Piss Party (Piss-Loving Boys #4)

Posted on May 21, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

“When we were smoking up last night, Ian said some interesting things,” Lance said.

I instantly went cold and struggled to bring up coherent memories of last night, of what I could’ve possibly told him. Nothing was coming back to me. Lance’s arm around my shoulders now felt heavy and oppressive, like a yoke on cattle.

“Oh?” Ryan asked. It was even clearer now that this was a set-up, that they knew exactly what they were going to say and when.

What the fuck did I tell Lance last night? I knew I usually talk about sex when I’m high, but, surely, that’s not what was going to happen here and now.

“It seems,” Lance said, emphasizing his Southern drawl to draw out the moment, to keep me sweating in nervous agony, “that our boy here is a piss-drinker.”

I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the tears. A hot blush flared on my cheeks. That was my deepest, darkest secret, and I’d gone and told it to someone who was going to use it against me. I was surprised I hadn’t already been kicked out of the house — there was no way they’d let a piss-drinker live with them.

“Well, now that’s interesting,” Ryan said, with a little bit of a Southern drawl of his own. I heard a bit of teasing in his tone, but not disgust. I opened my eyes, terrified to face any of my brothers again, but forcing myself to do just that. “Tell us about it, Ian.”

I looked from brother to brother, trying to figure out where this was going. Then it hit me. They were going to make me piss all over myself. And knowing the humiliation that usually accompanies hazing, they were probably going to film it and show it to everyone. I’d have to not only leave the house, but probably also leave campus. I’d have to figure out how to explain to my parents why I’d wasted all their money and didn’t even stay a term.

“I’m waiting,” Ryan said, his voice suddenly full of authority, something I’d not heard from him before.

“I…” My sentence trailed off as I struggled to figure out what to tell and what to keep secret.

“It’s okay, brother,” Lance said with an oppressive squeeze of my shoulders. “You can trust us.”

I sighed and closed my eyes — I couldn’t look at them as I spilled the beans. I’d decided to just tell them the whole thing. “Piss really turns me on — the smell, the feel, the taste. I usually piss all over myself every morning before I shower and then jack off.”

Even though my eyes were closed, I knew they were judging me. I could feel it in the oppressive silence that had suddenly filled the room. When the silence continued, I opened my eyes and looked at everyone as they stared at me. Their expressions were unreadable, but I knew the night was going downhill from here.

Suddenly, Ryan chugged back the last of his beer and stood up. “You need another drink,” he said, his eyes boring into me.

I glanced at my cup. “I’ve still got some.”

“I wasn’t talking about beer,” he said. He grabbed his fly and drew the zipper down. Reaching inside, he wrenched out his thick, heavy cock, and dangled it into his cup. A second later, the heavy sound of piss striking plastic filled the room.